Author's Note

A nagging restlessness,
Builds, blowing inclement,
Innermost, everything stirs.
Like a fatal gale, it veers.
It rattles within, swells.
Then flails ardent,
Unsettles sentiments,
Threatens to burst.
It jostles, crackles,
Behind shivery lashes.
Profuse, un-genteel,
Pooling round my pencil.
The words foam inside me,
Thrashing to spread, flee,
A deluge, a compulsion.
Thwriting must break free!

Lisa Torcato
July 2016